I've got to rest my weary mind, <br />It labored hard today. <br />It washed my clothes, and fixed my chair, <br />And threw my trash away. <br /> <br />It focused every moment spent <br />On things it shouldn't do. <br />For all I know it wasted those, <br />By thinking just of you. <br /> <br />I should have paid for overtime, <br />But can't afford it now. <br />I spend it all on silly ways <br />To keep my sacred vow. <br /> <br />She still don't know, I act the same. <br />I've learned how not to tell. <br />Sometimes, I think it best she know. <br />Perhaps, it's just as well. <br /> <br />For now, you haunt my sleeping hours <br />By seeping through my dreams. <br />I can't escape you anymore. <br />My thoughts aren't mine it seems. <br /> <br />How can I live my life this way? <br />This man, whom she adores. <br />Not seeing harm in telling lies, <br />As I have told her scores. <br /> <br />What joy is there in keeping vows, <br />A weary mind can't say? <br />What rest is there to thus be found <br />While holding love at bay? <br /> <br />I guess I've got to pay somehow <br />For what I want to do. <br />My mind is working overtime. <br />And payment's, coming due.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paying/
